[Hooooooly shit is he huge. It takes every ounce of willpower in Heather's being not to instinctively shy away-- under normal circumstances, that probably wouldn't be the case, but here.... here, there's just no mode but survival-mode... and she's not used to seeing any friendly faces here. But NOPE. Ironhide is a friendly face! ... Or a-- ... well-meaning face. Yeah.]
[She wrinkles her nose as she makes it to the bottom of the steps, reaching out a hand to clasp the railing tightly as she hops down from the last one with a wince.]
Well, no offense're anything, I mean... I have no idea what life was like back on the Planet of the Giant Metal People or wherever, so I guess I have no right to say 'you probably haven't', but .... you probably haven't.
[Of course, she could be a little biased...]
I took a spill a little while ago, s'all. Was trying to end a conversation with a really annoying local and he didn't take it too kindly.
[She leans down to sort of... irritably pound a fist on the uncooperative leg, because... hitting yourself totally fixes injuries. Then she looks back up at the autobot, actually taking in the details now that he's not just a pair of headlights blaring down at her through the ceiling like somebody pointing a flashlight into a fishbowl.]
:Db
[She wrinkles her nose as she makes it to the bottom of the steps, reaching out a hand to clasp the railing tightly as she hops down from the last one with a wince.]
Well, no offense're anything, I mean... I have no idea what life was like back on the Planet of the Giant Metal People or wherever, so I guess I have no right to say 'you probably haven't', but .... you probably haven't.
[Of course, she could be a little biased...]
I took a spill a little while ago, s'all. Was trying to end a conversation with a really annoying local and he didn't take it too kindly.
[She leans down to sort of... irritably pound a fist on the uncooperative leg, because... hitting yourself totally fixes injuries. Then she looks back up at the autobot, actually taking in the details now that he's not just a pair of headlights blaring down at her through the ceiling like somebody pointing a flashlight into a fishbowl.]
... Holy crap, you really do have cannons.